After breakfast his daughter proposed to him that he should go down with her to the banks of the lake.

They made the descent, which is not difficult.

This pretty piece of water, that has been falsely accused of resembling a shaving-dish, is said to be not less than a mile in length.

When the father and daughter reached the entrance of the woods that pedestrians pass through in going to Pontresina, they seated themselves on the grass at the foot of a larch.

They remained some time silent.